The hopeless romantic tale of meeting this guy, whom she never thought she'd fall for!
Lively n bubbly, she was off hoping the roads, delving in love for emotions, nd moments...and strangely in the mayanagri she meets this guy, who seems off the romantic hook, in a world of theories. Let's call him theory fuser, because that's what she named him.
Lively n bubbly, she was off hoping the roads, delving in love for emotions, nd moments...and strangely in the mayanagri she meets this guy, who seems off the romantic hook, in a world of theories. Let's call him theory fuser, because that's what she named him.
Both met,and travelled the roads together, one looking for people another looking at the person.
There was aspark, an instant one perhaps. Yes spark, in waiting to see who turns up, The spark in roaming the land of thieves(chor bazaar as we fondly call it), sparkin the narrow bylanes and a spark in holding hands, by sheer coincidence!
Then they parted, few passed moments, few words exchanged and they met. She was eager,Perhaps even he was.
That day the moon had a charm, not seen by the two of them in a longtime or may be they never noticed. By the sea, they spoke about life! Life was passion for one and passion was, well, investment for the other
Too much Contrast, yes. Anyhow, they somehow managed. Pretty well.
They parted, she dint want to, maybe even he didn't.
Again, moments went by, words they exchanged.
The urge grew,to meet of course.
And they met, yet again under the moonlit sky, with reflection in the sea and their reflection in the other’s eyes!
And they met, yet again under the moonlit sky, with reflection in the sea and their reflection in the other’s eyes!
Something happened that day between the day. Something had already started to happen to her. May be to him too. But together, Something was happening to both of them, together.
That's where thestory ends and
yes, they started.
yes, they started.
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